Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.